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Dad and Sister Get Caught

Since my mom and dad were divorced, we lived with my mom. My dad would come around occasionally to visit or to pick us up and take us out somewhere for ice-cream or something else. As we got older their relationship became less and less civil so my dad would not come around very often.

When I was 18 and in high school the summer before my senior year, my older sister was 20 and she kind of looked after me and my two younger brothers when our mom was at work. My older brother (28) at the time was still living at home too but my sis was in community college and working part time so she was home more.

I was working out for football with my buddies during the day that summer and my two younger brothers were going to a day camp at the local playground run by the YMCA. I didn’t have my own car so I would get rides from my buds to and from practice and when we went out carousing. My sister did have a little compact car that she used to get to and from school and work. My mom car pooled to work with a neighbor.

One day during the summer we were supposed to have workouts at the weight room and then go to the track for running. Well, the building the weight room was in was closed for maintenance when we got there so we could not lift. We went ahead and did our running workout and then decided to head home.

My buddy lived past our house so he would usually drop me off in front on his way home. That day, as we went down my street, I noticed that my dad’s work truck was parked on a side street about half a block away from my house. My sister was supposed to be at work at her part time job that day as she didn’t have classes. I was hoping to have the afternoon to myself, so I could get some porn from my brothers room and spend an hour or two reading porn stories and jerking off. However, when we pulled up to my house I noticed my sister’s car parked in our driveway. Damn, I was hoping to be alone!

Well, when I got to the front door in was slightly open and the glass/screen storm door was shut. I was thinking to myself it was strange that my sister was not at work, she needed the money. I was also suspicious that my dad might be in the house because I was sure that was his truck parked a block away. So I slowly opened the screen door to keep it from creaking and giving anyone the notion that someone entered. My sister didn’t think I was due back for another two hours and she had to pick up my little brothers later that afternoon.

My sister had a bedroom on the first floor and because our old house had settled quite a bit, the door to her room did not shut the whole way because the frame was off. It was how I spied on her when she was changing or coming out of the shower. As I entered the living room I could hear some muffled voices and what sounded like moaning, it was coming from my sister’s room.

I headed down the hall towards her door and stopped for a minute. Her door left a 2 to 3 inch gap between the edge of the door and the frame from top to bottom. The angle of the view into the room led right to a large mirror she had on the wall and it reflected to her bed perfectly. I peaked in through the opening and looked at the mirror and my jaw immediately dropped at what I saw!

There was my sister totally naked, laying on top of my DAD in a 69 position!! Her head was closest to the mirror and I could see perfectly her mouth dancing up and down on my Dad’s fat cock. It wasn’t super long but it was unusually thick. I looked almost like a beer can. He had a large ball sack hanging below it that looked like it contained two tangerines.

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My Friends Sister and Girlfriend

After college I worked for a company that moved me around the country for a few years. Eventually I was brought back home and moved in with my buddy Jim who had his own house. Another one of our buddies was living with Jim, but he was moving out to buy his own place so the timing was perfect. Jim’s Master Bedroom was on the first floor and my guest bedroom was on the second floor. Jim was dating a girl named Gina who was real nice, had long, dark hair, was about 5′ 6″ and weighed about 140 lbs. She was by no means fat, but she was curvy. She had a nice pair of 36DD tits. I know because when she would spend weekends at our place she would leave her overnight bag in Jim’s room and when they weren’t around I would go through the bag to see what my buddy was working with.

On one particular summer weekend my buddy Jim’s sister, Tia, was in town. She was staying in a guest bedroom on the first floor next to Jim’s room. I had known Tia since she was in the grade school and practically considered her my sister. I didn’t talk or text her as the years went by, but every so often we would email just to see how each other were doing. Tia loved to drink and party so it was no surprise that when she graduated college she got a job as a club promoter. That meant Tia usually slept during the day and “worked” at night. Tia was 5’3″, weighed about 110 lbs, and she had a very athletic build to her. Growing up Tia always had small little tits but after college she changed that and got some massive implants. On her small little frame one might argue that she went to big, but at the club, in a tank top, those things were like cannons on her chest and any heterosexual guy would have to look at them. She also loved to go tanning so her olive colored skin contrasted nicely with her blonde hair.

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The Boss

I was so excited about my first real job since I got out of college. The company was big and I knew that if I did my job well I could retire from here very well off financially. For the first couple of months everything was going great. My coworkers were nice, my bosses praised my work, and I had never been happier. But, as with all things in life, there were going to be some bumps in the road. And, as it turned out, my bump was going to be Mrs. Taylor. 

Mr. Taylor was the CEO of my company and his wife also held a very high position in the company. From what I heard they started this company fresh out of college and built it into a solid company by the time they were in their mid forties. As luck would have it a bigger kid on the block wanted to buy up the competition and the Taylor’s company was the one they targeted first. Rumors had it that the buyout made them both very wealthy and the new management wanted to keep them around for at least ten more years.

The Taylors were a great set of bosses. They treated the employees very well and everyone had a lot of respect for them and what they had done, including yours truly. I almost viewed them as sort of surrogate parents. The only problem was I was starting to develop a huge crush on Mrs. Taylor. She was a very beautiful older woman. She had a body that was curved by the years, but very sexy curves. I would guess her to be about 145 lbs, dark brown hair, big tits, and a sexy set of green eyes that seemed to burn to your very soul. 

At first I didn’t notice how sexy she really was, but as I started to take note of her through the months I became more and more attracted to her. She wore business suits to work that were pretty conservative. I loved the times when she would have me work on an assignment that caused me to report directly to her. The day she finally had me wrapped around her finger was on one such occasion. I was working on a very high profile report and she had called me into her office to review what I had done so far. I gazed at her while she reviewed it and took time to notice every aspect of her beauty. I was thinking to myself that this had to be the sexiest older woman I had ever seen. Until Mrs. Taylor I had never really thought about women that much older than me. 

I must have been daydreaming about her when she said, “Brian did you hear what I just said?”

“Uh, I’m sorry Mrs. Taylor what was that again?”

“Brian I need you focused on this assignment. Is that going to be a problem for you?”

“No ma’am not at all.”

She walked around the desk with the report in her hand. She leaned over to show me something in the report when I noticed that her blouse was open and I had a full view of her magnificent tit right in my face. She wore a pink satin bra with lace trim. I also noticed that her nipples were straining against the material. Oh how I would love to release them and suck them into my mouth. I tried as hard as I could to stop staring, but I had grown to be so fond of her I just couldn’t make myself to look away. The words coming from her mouth we just blah, blah, blah. All I was doing was admiring her tits. I realized that I was starting to get hard which made me nervous. What would I say if I tented my pants right there in front of her? I had to look away. But my gaze just kept coming back to her tits. I looked down and I could see the outline of my cock straining against the leg of my pants. I hoped Mrs. Taylor hadn’t noticed it as well. How embarrassing.

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Anna Goes Dogging

It had been a long time fantasy for my hot wife, Anna and I. I love watching her getting fucked, and she loves having some stranger use her for his personal gratification, especially outdoors. So dogging was something we were bound to experience.

For months we had read dogging stories and watched several internet movies of dirty wives and girlfriends turning up at local car parks to get fucked and covered in hot cum. We knew of several alleged dogging sites within a five mile radius of own home, but naturally we were both concerned about meeting somebody we knew or could possible bump into in the street.

After about six months of fantasising, Anna and I decided on a weekend away near some dogging locations. We booked a smart hotel in the countryside which was supposed to be three miles from two different dogging sites. One of the locations claimed to be frequently busy with regular doggers, especially on Fridays and Saturdays. The other location admitted to being quieter with the possibility of nobody turning up at all.

We arrived at the hotel around 3pm on a cold November afternoon and quickly got ourselves settled in. The summer would have been an ideal time but Anna had decided that it was now or never. We had our dinner early and then went back to the room to get ready.

Around 9pm we were ready to go. Due to the cold weather Anna had chosen to wear a tight fitting pair of jeans, which emphasised her amazing behind. But as we were going dogging, she opted to brave some of the cold and wore a go-go wrap over top. The bow in the middle of her fantastic 32C bust was extremely inviting, and I knew some lucky dogger was going to enjoy pulling on it tonight.

As it was our first time we agreed to visit the quieter site first. After a quick look at the map we were off, the nervous tension was obvious as we rode the short trip in silence. My cock was raging as the many dogging images, previously viewed, flooded my mind. I was finally going to see my beautiful wife carry out the very same filthy acts. I looked across at Anna as she nervously smoked a cigarette, looking down I noticed her nipples, hard as bullets, poking through her thin top.
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Just One Dance

I was with my girls at the club, same setting as any other club. Lights blinking along with the rhythm of the music. Foggy dance floor which you could hardly see due to the great lighting and the different clumps of people dancing with each other. They pretty much dragged me out saying I was in dire need of a drink. They, by they I mean Lani and Kristi, decided I couldn’t dress myself properly. So my outfit consisted of a black tank top with a built-in bra (which my 38Cs fit perfectly), a plaid miniskirt with no panties and my black boots. My long black hair cascaded down my back in loose curls.

You may wonder why I let my friends Tweedle Ditz and Tweedle Bum dress me as their Barbie. A week ago, I’d broken up with my boyfriend due to his need to fuck in every place he could think of. Sure, it sounds charming but the last straw was when I dropped my keys in the parking lot at Wal-Mart. I’m not a PDA kind of girl and though the sex was great that was too much in the open for me. As for letting them dress me up, I’d been a downer lately and decided to make it up to them by letting them make me up. I mean what harm could I get into at a dance club?

“Those men wanted to buy you drinks.” There were shots for each of us. Lani winked, Kristi smiled and I nodded. We downed them at the same time.

“The the brother on the side is just my type,” Lani giggled talking about the good-looking black guy sporting his Sean John Jump suit and his wide-rim “Player” hat to match.

“Girl, what are you talkin about? I mean he has the name of his game written all over his hat!” Kristi replied in her New York accent. “Now if you ask me Mister Edward Cullen look-a-like on the other side of “Mister Business, I’m too important to look up and show my face” is TOO good to be true.”

“Mister Business” as Kristi called him, signaled to the Waiter in which more shots were planted in front of us. Lani licked her glass and winked again, Kristi blew a kiss and I simply nodded toward them. It went on, us downing shots for 10 min. with minimum contact between the providers of the warm feeling we were getting in our throats.

“I guess Mister Biz is all yours Jules!” Lani giggled. “I mean you do like them mysterious, right?” Feeling the effect of the booze tingling I still held my ground.

“No, I’m not here for that! It’s our girl’s night, right? Let’s Boogie!” I grabbed Kristi, who already had a hold of Lani.

“Only if she never says “Boogie” again.” She laughed.
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Lisa Visits a Porn Theater

Lisa and I had been married about 5 years when things changed in such an amazing way. As with many couples who’ve been together for a bit, our sex life was fine, but lacked much in the way of excitement. We had experimented with toys and told each other some fantasies along the way, but nothing really came of the fantasy thing.

Lisa is what most these days would call a Big Beautiful Woman (BBW), though if you asked, she’d tell you she hates that term. I think she’s beautiful and very sexy; she’s curvy with long dark hair, a darker complexion, and hazel eyes that seem to go on forever. She’s got nice, big D-cup breasts and a sexy ass.

Since we’d been dating, Lisa knew about my fantasy to see her with another man. She’d put it off as something that shouldn’t happen, and was offended when I’d brought it up, because if I loved her, I wouldn’t want to share her. So, after some time of trying to convince her, I dropped it.

At some point during our fifth year together, we started up again on the fantasy. Lisa sat me down one day and said she needed to talk, and sounded all serious. She confessed to me that she’d been checking out dating sites and had of late been thinking about sex with other men.

She was afraid I would throw her out… I took her face in my hands and kissed her, thanking her for telling me. I then placed her hand on my cock which was hard as hell. After that we fucked like rabbits with me getting her to suck on my cock while I fucked her with a dildo, asking her to name ‘him’.

This went on for awhile, and one night she’d gone to a party while I had to work.

Lisa called me and asked me to pick her up, and I did… she looked hot — tight skirt, low-cut top, she was drunk and very amorous.

I met her outside the house and she got into the car.

“Hi honey”, I said. She cut me off, leaning over and giving me an incredible wet kiss.

She pulled back and said “Mike, I’m really fucking horny tonight”. She paused, almost studying me. “I want to go to the porno theatre”.
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The Wimp and The Sexy Wife

During my career selling real estate I’ve come in contact with all kinds of people. However, one couple stands out in my mind as the most remarkable and erotic I have ever encountered.

Sonny, and his attractive wife Bonnie, came into my office one day and said they wanted to see some homes in the area within a certain price range.

After the usual introductions and the customary hand shakes, I selected half a dozen or so properties that met their requirements from the computer.

Since I had no other appointments that afternoon we piled into my car and away we went. Sonny sat up front so I began to size him up as we drove on.

He was a casual, laid back kind of guy, middle-aged, with a slight paunch who didn’t have much to say. I could see Bonnie only in the rear view mirror and an occasional glance over my shoulder. She seemed to be the “take charge” type and did most of the talking. From what I could see she looked very pretty and appeared younger than her husband by more than just a few years.

As we visited several homes, I had a better chance to check out Bonnie. Her personality was completely unlike Sonny. Her attire was different too, a conservative outfit, with no attempt to hide the voluptuous body underneath. Trim, and full figured, she carried her head high and proudly thrust out her generous, pointed breasts. She was obviously taking good care of herself in the body department. I noticed also when we talked she would eye me up and down and when our eyes met she gave me a slight smile and her tongue peeked out between her teeth to touch her upper lip. More than once I was sure she intentionally brushed against me with her breasts. She made no comment or excuse but I thought I heard her murmur “Mmmm,” in an approving tone.

It became apparent that Bonnie was the dominant personality of the two. She seemed to talk down to Sonny and even belittle him on several occasions.

She didn’t ask his opinion about much of anything. This didn’t seem to bother Sonny one bit. I guess he was used to the treatment. By the day’s end I pegged Sonny as a wimp. Bonnie, however, was another story. I figured her for at least a flirtatious prick-teaser. Maybe more.

On the way back to the office, Bonnie suggested we meet again the next day.

We agreed on a time, shook hands and they headed for their car.

The next day I was prepared with a list of five homes to show where I knew the owners would not be home. But I wasn’t prepared for what came through the door.

Sonny was his casual self but the change in Bonnie’s appearance was stunning. Her revealing outfit was intended to show off her dynamite figure. The blouse she wore was a very sheer white silk, through which I could see a lacy, flesh colored bra. A bra so thin that the dark areola around her nipples shown through. Her navy blue skirt was snug, but not too tight, and showed off her firm, well-rounded buttocks. It was cut above the knees with a slit up both sides exposing lots of leg. High heels and dark stockings completed the eye-catching ensemble. Even her auburn hair was styled in a loose, carefree manner.

Sonny grunted something as we shook hands. Bonnie’s full breasts bounced almost unrestrained as she crossed the room to greet me. I was beginning to think my appraisal of these two was close to the mark.
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My Wifes Friends Come To Town

Last week my wife Susan had her twenty-sixth birthday party, and to celebrate we decided to throw a huge party for her. She invited a bunch of her friends from college whom she hadn’t seen in a while, and whom I had never met. I was kind of unsure about whether that was a good idea, but because Susan had never been to a reunion since she graduated, she said she really missed her friends, and after some pouting she convinced me to go along.

The reason I was a bit hesitant was because Susan had been a bit of a party girl back in college. At least that’s what I heard from various people, and from her when she had drunk a bit too much. She admitted that she ran with a “crazy” crowd, and had “hooked up” with almost all the guys in it. I didn’t know what she meant by “hooking up,” but I decided not to ask.

Susan herself is a beautiful girl, with shoulder-length brunette hair and a great smile. She’s average height, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. Her breasts are a small C cup, full and round, and they sit high on her chest. I’m very proud of my wife’s body, and usually I encourage her to show it off. During our trips to the beach, I always encourage her to take off her top at night and walk with me on the shore, and I always get a thrill watching the random guy pass by and gawk. She always acts embarrassed, but I think she enjoys it, too.

On the night of the party, she was dressed in a low cut tank top with a short, swishy skirt. She was very excited to see her old friends again. We went out to dinner beforehand, and at dinner she drank a full bottle of wine. She always gets horny when she drinks, and tonight was no exception. On the ride back home, she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I was driving, and I wanted to be safe, so I brushed her off.

“Honey,” she said, “I may have some fun tonight, so don’t get upset, alright?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, a bit suspicious.

“I’ve known these guys for a long time, and we’ve all been through stuff together, so things are more loose and playful with them,” she said.

“Okay…” I said, not sure I how to respond.

“Just promise me you won’t get jealous if some horseplay goes on. Besides, you always like it when I show off, right?” she asked.

“Well, alright. Just, you know, don’t get crazy,” I said.

“Oh, you know I love you,” she said, and leaned over the seat and kissed me on the cheek.

The rest of the way she was talking about other stuff, but my mind was stuck on the party. I did like it when she showed off, but doing it in front of a bunch of people she knew was different. Still, though, as nervous as I was, I was also a bit turned on. What kind of horseplay did she have in mind?
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The Lingerie Party

My name is Penny and I live a normal suburban life with my husband Mark in a quiet leafy street on the northern outskirts of Sydney. I am a curvy lady in her early 40s with big breasts, dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. “The girls” as I affectionately call them are 20DD, or 42DD for you Americans!

About a month ago some new neighbours moved in two houses from us. Very few people come and go in our street, so some new neighbours to replace the couple that had moved interstate was a topic of interest among the residents. While walking the dog one morning, I noticed that the woman that had moved in her front garden. I waved politely and she waved back and smiled a friendly smile and came down to the front gate for a bit of small talk and introduced herself as Jan. I invited her around for a coffee that afternoon and she said she would love to drop in.

She knocked on the door at about three in the afternoon. We chatted over a coffee and biscuits and I found out that Jan had moved with her husband Andrew from Perth due to an excellent job opportunity he had with an insurance company in Sydney. They were both in their mid 30s and had been married for 12 years. She said she didn’t really know anybody in the city and really wanted to get to know the neighbours as she appreciated a sense of community. Jan was quite bubbly with bright blue eyes, easy to get on with and very confident but without being arrogant. She was petite with a small waist. I guessed she was about five foot two inches. We hit it off straight away and she ended up staying a couple of hours before she had to go home to do some more unpacking. She invited us over for dinner on the friday.

Friday rolled on and we arrived at Jan and Andrew’s with the requisite bottle of wine at about 6:30. As we approached the door we could already smell the aroma of a tasty meal cooking. Jan welcomed us and introduced Andrew while I introduced Mark. Despite still being in the throes of settling in, their house was immaculately organised and their kitchen was spotless. Jan poured the wine and we each took a glass. Mark can be a bit “standoffish” when he meets someone new, but both he and Andrew seemed to get along really well straight from the start. After a little while, they wandered off out into the garage and I stayed in the dining room with Jan as she busied herself with the final touches for dinner. Jan informed me that the entrée was a homemade broccoli soup while the main meal was a roast leg of lamb with a medley of vegetables.

After a few more wines, dinner was ready and we called the men in from the garage and ate a lovely meal. As it turned out both Andrew and Mark really liked fishing, and they had decided to look into hiring a local houseboat with a couple of other guys (whose names weren’t familiar to me) for one of the weekends coming up. With disinterest Jan shrugged her shoulders, but I thought it was a good idea as Mark had been working hard and deserved some time off. Mark and Andrew ended up talking about fishing most of the night while Jan and I talked about movies and current events and we both got quite sloshed from the wine, and we left the men to tidy the kitchen and do the washing up. At about midnight, we bade farewell to our hosts and wandered back home.

When Andrew came home from work on the Monday, he told me that he and Mark and two other guys from work had booked a houseboat for a weekend’s fishing. It was a few days later when Jan knocked on the door and offered me an invitation to a lingerie party at her house for the weekend. She said since the boys were going to be out boating she wanted to have a “Girl’s Night In”. She said that on the one hand she was pleased that Andrew had met some new people, but on the other hand she was a bit annoyed that he was going away because they had spoken on numerous occasion’s about how little he spends at home. I’d never been to a Lingerie Party before and I guess from the flicker of apprehension in my eye, Jan sensed my hesitation. She put her hand lightly on my forearm and assured me it would be great fun, and that her and her girlfriends had had a great time at a similar party once before and the lingerie was for real women, not just airbrushed stick figures in modelling catalogues. I laughed at this and agreed that it sounded fun. Jan said that these parties were professionally co-ordinated by women for women and asked me to invite some other girl’s because so far there would only be four of us attending — the two of us and Michelle and Rona who as it turned out were the wives of the other two guys that had gone off fishing with Mark and Andrew. I did enjoy the thought of getting some new lingerie because of the sensuous feel of the fabric on my skin, not to mention how it made me look when I paraded in front of the mirror wearing it.
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Hot Wife Sucks Off The Team

One night, when my wife Peggy and I were making out and she had my cock in her hand and I played with her clit, she asked me about my buddies, the guys I played basketball with. They always make a big deal about her breasts whenever she comes to the games, or goes out with us afterward for beers. They tease her unmercifully.

“Do they act like that with every girl?” she asked, trying not to be too curious.

“No,” I said. “They just go nuts over your boobs. They’re always asking what they’re like and stuff.”

“Really?” she said, her hand quickening on my cock.

“Why?” I asked.

She blushed and hid her face against my chest. “I have this fantasy sometimes …”

“Tell me.”

“I go to the game and then afterwards, you guys take me someplace and I get drunk and you make me strip in front of your friends …and they masturbate while they look at my breasts.”

The thought of her flashing those fabulous jugs in front of my buddies did give me kind of thrill. I knew the guys would go nuts if something like that happened. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I knew it would give her a thrill to show off her tits like that and I’d been bragging for a long time how great they were to my buddies. Hmmm.

About a week later, we had another game at the park and we won by a couple of points. Afterward, since it was Al’s birthday, we went to his house to celebrate. Peggy went with us, of course and Al made a pitcher of “Zombies” for everybody. It wasn’t long before we were all feeling pretty good, especially Peggy, who never drinks much. Somehow she had managed to down two of those damn things and was fairly plastered. You can always tell when my wife is drunk, she gets this “fuck me” look in her eyes that drives guys nuts.

We were still wearing our shorts and t-shirts which by now we’re pretty rank so we ditched the shirts. As the evening wore on, somebody, Al, I think wanted a picture of the team wearing just their jockstraps. He wanted to put it on his internet site. We all laughed about it, and then decided to do it. With Peggy watching we dumped out shorts and stood there in jock-straps while she took our picture out by Al’s pool. After she took the pictures everybody dived into the water and we cooled off for awhile. When we went back into the house to watch ESPN, none of us wanted to put our sweaty shorts back on over our wet jocks, so we just walked around with our asses hanging out. Peggy kidded us about it, but it was clear she was a little embarrassed and a little turned on.

Later, I was talking to Al and I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, since I hadn’t brought anything with me.

“Look, buddy, just between us, and no offense, but what I would like is a good look at your wife’s tits.”

We laughed, but when I looked across the room at my wife I felt a pulsing between my legs.

I took Peggy into the kitchen and started making out with her. I had my hand underneath her blouse, playing with her boobs through her bra, working my thumb inside the D cups that held her twin 38’s so I could tease her nipples.

“Those guys would die if they could see these babies …see big they are, how thick your nipples are …they’d get instant hard-ons.”

She groaned at the thought I put in her head. “I’d like to see their dicks all big and hard …” she whispered. “Shake my tits in front of them so they wanna jack off.”

She arched her back and pushed her tits in my face and moaned.

“Listen, uh …Al told me what he wants for his birthday.”

She rubbed my hard cock through my jock. “What …”

“He wants to see your tits …”

Peggy smiled, thinking he was joking. “Oooh, how naughty, bring him in, I’ll suck his cock.”
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Claire and The Bachelor Party

Claire and I were sitting at our Saturday morning breakfast table when I revisited an ongoing conversation that fascinated me, but one in which Claire usually showed very little interest — at least in the light of day.

“You’ve always liked getting felt up, right?”

“You know that. I’ve never hidden it from you. But I’ve also never hidden the fact that I’m going to fuck one man in my life, and you’re him. End of conversation. I’m NOT going to fuck Bobby. He’s nothing but a trophy hunter, and he’s not going to mount me.”

The good news was that Claire was the top trophy at the bank — and would be in virtually any environment she chose to frequent — but Bobby would never get into her pants. She was a classy 5′ 2′ blonde with long hair and a tight body. She played tennis several times a week, and walked or jogged the other days. She had absolutely perfect tits and wore a 32 “C” bra, but didn’really need it because gravity seemed to not notice how much mass she had attached to her chest. Yes, she was definitely a trophy, but she was a committed, one-man woman, and Bobby had no chance with her. Neither did any other guy. Still, I liked to tease her about Bobby — and other guys too. I knew that if anybody had a shot at her, it was Bobby — but, realistically, he had no shot either.

So, I pressed Claire for details on a minor little incident at the bank on Friday. He had succeeded in separating Claire from the other women and used a pretty transparent trick in an effort to get a little tit.

I tried again, cautiously, trying to build on what had happened the day before. “OK,” I said. “When was the last time you got felt up by another man besides me and Bobby.”

“First of all,” she said, “To say that Bobby felt me up is stretching the concept a bit, but for the sake of argument, let’s say he did. That’s it: finis. It’s over. No more tit for Bobby from Claire. Further, if you keep probing, you might hear something you don’t want to here.”

Ignoring her admonition, I tried another tact. “OK, Ms. Claire, how long has it been since another man felt you up?” I expected her to say that it was Dale, her boyfriend before she met me.

But she surprised me by answering, “Well, since you insist on pursuing this line of questioning, I’ll answer you. The last time I got felt up by another man was the night before our wedding. You were at that stupid bachelor party, and I knew the guys planned to get you laid, so I decided it was a good time to have just a little fun myself.”

A bit taken aback, I said, “OK, tell me who felt you up and how it happened.”
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My Wife Goes A Little Wild

We were away on holiday with friends and on the night in question my wife Chrissie and I had been out on the town sampling the cheap drinks.

We’d had had a little more than we should have had but what the hell, we were on holiday, it was warm and we were feeling frisky, or at least I was, my wife was a little more pissed than me.

I’d been talking dirty to her all night, telling her she had great tits and she should flash them more often, she’d gone out bra-less at my request and her nipples had been stiff all night in the cool sea air, our friends husband Gary also liked my wife’s tits and every chance he got of dancing with her he tried to have a sly grope, he thought I didn’t know this but the thought of Chrissie letting him touch her up was a bit of a turn on.

The sexy talk during the evening had got her hot and she said she was going to go topless in the morning and we could both rub suntan all over her ample boobs and more if we wanted too.

Meanwhile, while we were out, our friends had had an argument and she had gone to bed early leaving Gary drinking alone.

We arrived back at around mid-night and were surprised to find Gary still up, so we said we’d have one for the road.

Gary then got up and put on some soft music which relaxed us all and we sat around talking.

Chrissie went off to visit the rest room, so I told Gary I was going to get Chrissie to give us a bit of a floor show when she returned, well he was really up for that and when Chrissie got back she was still wearing her tight short black skirt, underneath her skirt she was wearing her crimson panties (I’d been rubbing at them all night and they were damp) a white lacy blouse with her ample breasts bare underneath.

As Chrissie came back from getting another drink I asked her to give u a flash of her lovely boobs, she put down her drink, looked around the room to make sure it was just the three of us slowly undid her blouse to expose her beautiful breasts.
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Sweet and Innocent Amy

It was “girls night out” and Amy really needed to get out with her friends and let off some steam. Work was driving her nuts and she hadn’t just cut loose and relaxed in months. She dressed pretty casual, but still sexy. She had on her red silk low cut top that really showed off her great 36c tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her long blond hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Her make up was flawless, and her red lipstick perfectly matched her shirt. Although she as just wearing jeans, they were tight and her ass really filled them out. The lace of her black thong just barely showed over the top of her jeans. She put on her wedding ring, diamond earrings that matched, along with a matching diamond solitaire necklace. She wasn’t dressed to thrill, but she couldn’t help but look hot.

“Where are you off to dressed like that?” Her husband Steve asked.

“I’m going to go out with the girls, and blow off a little steam, work’s really sucked lately and I deserve it.” Amy casually replied.

“A little steam, huh? If I didn’t know better I’d say you look like your going out to get laid.” Steve said jokingly.

“Me?… I could never do that.” Amy said shyly.

“I don’t know, look at how you’re dressed, you’re lookin’ pretty hot..”

” Well….I ..Uh” she paused.

“Too bad.. I’d have to give you such a spanking for being such a bad little girl…” He said playfully.

“Mmm…you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

The words rolled off her tongue suggestively. Amy and Steve were very much in love. They had been married for five years, and Amy, although very sexually free at home, was incredibly faithful and quite shy away from her man. They had both fantasized about her having wild nights of sex with strangers, and although she wanted to try it, she was too shy to ever think about making it a reality. Her pussy began to get a little moist just thinking about.

“We’ll just have to see how the night plays out” She said playfully as she let her hand brush up against Steve’s cock.

He kissed her deeply and played with her tits through her shirt. This made her nipples stick out and show through her silky top.

“Now stop it, you wouldn’t want to ruin my make up for the other boys, …now would you.” She purred.

When her friends got to her house, she kissed Steve goodnight and said’ ” I’ll be back shortly after the bar closes.”

He walked her out to the car and they waved to each other as the car drove off. His mind raced with excitement, although, they both knew that she couldn’t do it. Steve just walked back into the house, grabbed a beer, and settled in for the night.
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Drunk Wife Cheating

My name is Tom and I am an Australian guy. And just had to tell you all about the best sexual experience I ever had.

I spent a couple of years living and working in London, sharing a 3 bed apartment with my best friend Jamie and his black friend Mick.

I and Jamie worked together in the same department in a large company, working with several women of all age groups and had a great time working and flirting with the women there same of whom were married.

We’d spend time with them after work in the pub on a Friday night and because we were the only men in the department we would always flirt that little bit more with them once we’d all had a few beers, they certainly seemed to enjoy the attention they got.

Anyway lets bring you to the night in question, it was the departments Christmas party, set in some trendy restaurant in London not to far from where we lived.

The night started slowly but after the meal, and several drinks later everybody was up dancing away on the dance floor. Jamie was dancing slowly with a married woman from the office called Terri. They seemed to be dancing very close and Terri seemed to be enjoying the attention Jamie was showing her. Now Terri is an attractive lady in her 30s married for about 10 years, slightly chubby but all in the right places, big tits about a 36d and a sexy mature butt. Anyway once the song had finished they came back to the table and Terri looked a little flushed, and headed straight for the toilets, I asked Jamie what happened up there on the dance floor and he just said he’d just had a little fill, and told me to dance with her next and try my luck, so once she returned I grabbed her arm and took her to the dance floor, we danced to a slow song and she was certainly getting turned on as she kept squeezing my butt so I kept rubbing my hands over hers and holding her very close to me so as I could see down her blouse and look at her cleavage.

After some more drinks and dancing between the two of us Terri was now flirting with us and grabbing us onto the dance floor, dancing very seductively between the two of us.

The party was almost at a close and I suggested to her, to come back to ours for a night cap as we lived so close. To which she agreed,
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Awards Night

In October, last year, I was invited, by my company to attend an awards ceremony in Manchester. I travelled with Martin, one of our salesmen, who was going to receive a long service award.

As we were checking into the hotel, a voice boomed out, “Marty! Long time, no see!” A young man, dressed in shorts and vest, shouted.

Martin’s face lit up, “Ian, how are you?” He instantly recognised the young man, as a fellow salesman, from an office in the South -West. They shook hands, and Martin introduced me, “This is Victoria, from our London office”.

“Aha, the Ice-maiden!” The young man laughed, as he took my outstretched hand, and gently kissed it.

“I’m sorry?” I quizzed him.

“That is what they call you, isn’t it?” He laughed again.

At work, I had a reputation for not mixing with the other staff. I like to keep my personnel life private.

“A drink beckons,” Ian ushered us into the bar. As we sat down, I offered my cigarettes around, with no takers. I lit my mine, sucked in and exhaled a plume of smoke.

“You look like you needed that”; Ian quipped, as he made himself comfortable, stretching his muscular legs along the sofa.

“I did, Martin wouldn’t let me smoke in his car,” I pretended to whine, inhaling even more nicotine.

I watched Ian, intently, as he chatted to Martin. He had just been in the hotel gym, and his well toned- body was still glowing with sweat. He oozed confidence; in the way he sat, talked and surveyed the room.

As I finished my drink, we arranged to meet in the bar at 7.15.

I had a long soak in the bath, slowly got dressed and put my make-up on. These functions were, normally, as boring as Hell, so I didn’t make too much effort. My dress was quite fitted, and showed a little bit of cleavage, but could hardly be described as sexy.

When I arrived in the bar, Martin and Ian were already there. Martin looked very smart, in his Tuxedo, but Ian looked very suave, and incredibly sexy.

Ian bought the drinks, and guided us into Ballroom. At our table, Ian manoeuvred himself into the seat, next to mine.

During the evening, he kept everyone entertained, with some very dirty jokes and stories. I hadn’t laughed so much, for a long time. He kept my glass topped up and every time I picked up a cigarette he lit it, for me. At one stage his lips brushed against my ear. He whispered, “I love watching women smoke, it almost looks like they’re preparing for oral sex.”

I didn’t know how to reply, and was very self-conscious, as I continued puffing away.

Not only, did Martin receive his award, but he was also promoted to Regional Manager.

At 11.30, the lights came on, and the evening appeared to be coming to an end. Ian picked up two bottles of wine from our table, telling Martin to grab our glasses, “Let’s help Martin celebrate his new found success,” he announced as he made his way to the lift, as everyone else drifted into the bar.

“Let’s go to my room,” he said, as he pressed the button for the 8th floor. Inside, Ian ran his finger along my thigh, “You can even settle a couple of bets that we’ve had.”

” I’m sorry?” I replied. Ian laughed, but Martin hid his eyes and blushed.

Inside the room, Ian opened a bottle and poured it into the three glasses. I sat against the edge of the dressing table, Martin sank into an armchair and Martin lay on the bed.

“So what was this bet?” I asked.

“Well it’s three bets, actually,” he chuckled. I sipped my wine, and lit another cigarette, blowing smoke in Ian’s direction.

“Number one,” he looked at Martin, who was grinning like a five-year-old, “stockings or tights? Now I knew what they were upto. “How much is at stake?” I asked, “£10”
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Horny Hotel

Allow me to introduce myself. I am John Rayn, 34 year old vice chairman of Sabre Construction Industries. I am staying at the Ramada Grand Jarvis Hotel in Leicester on a business trip. It is a nice hotel room with a double bed and a view onto the inner courtyard of the hotel, away from the traffic. My 29 year old secretary is with me in the room across the hall to take dictation and deal with my paperwork. My business concluded for the day I pour myself a drink from the mini-bar and sit down in the arm chair. Switching on the TV I get the usual load of rubbish programs. My gaze wanders around the room, clean and impersonal, and falls on the window. I look out across the darkening courtyard at the brightly lit rooms on the other side. In one window a sexy blonde young co-ed is looking out too, just about to close her curtains. She spots me and blows me a kiss before stripping off her t-shirt to reveal a nice C-cup chest encased in a multi-colored bikini. My cock stirs in my pants at the sight of her taut, smooth body and she waves at me, closing the curtains. I linger in the window for a few seconds, my penis stirring as thoughts cross my mind.

Shaking my head, I start to unbutton my shirt, stripping it off to reveal my well-muscled chest. Leaving it draped over the back of the chair I head into the en-suite to have a shower.

The warm jets hit my body and caress their way down my skin and I feel my muscles relax. I detach the shower head and use it to wash all over, enjoying the feel of the water tickling me. I find my mind returning to the sexy student in the room across the courtyard and I think about how I’d love to play with her tits, squeezing and caressing them, pulling and teasing at her nipples. It has been so long since I last had sex and I didn’t give in to pleasuring myself very often either. The thoughts of the co-ed, however, were enough to rouse me and now here I was, thinking about her kneeling in front of me naked, sucking my cock. I let the shower jets play between my legs, caressing my balls and up the length of my shaft. This brought me erect and I watched the water drip off my 9 inch erect penis.

Trying to forget about it I got out and toweled myself vigorously, allowing my erection to subside. Pulling on the bathrobe I went back into the room with my drink in hand. I settled down, as before, in the armchair and looked out into the night sky. Most of the rooms across the way were darkened by drawn curtains, but from one the light shone unobstructed. I realized with a shock that it might be the student as it was near where her room had been. I scooted the armchair closer to the window to look out. What I saw shocked my dick awake again. I saw the co-ed and another girl, a brunette, wearing only their bikinis, pillow fighting. I watched their pert breasts jiggle as they swung the big soft pillows at each other, jumping up and down on the bed.

One of the pillows burst and Emma fell down on the bed laughing amidst a snowstorm of feathers. Courtney fell down next to her and whacked her one last time with her still intact pillow. Emma glanced out of the window and saw the fit guy she’d seen earlier looking out of his window. He had changed into a bathrobe which was lying slightly open to reveal his tanned and well-muscled chest. With a start she realized that he was watching her and Courtney quite intently and her nipples came erect.

“What are you thinking about?” Courtney asked

“You remember that guy I was flirting with earlier?”

“Yes”

“Well, don’t look, but he’s looking at us right now. I think he was enjoying seeing us have a pillow fight.”

“Oh my god,” Courtney gasped, “that’s so hot!” She glanced out briefly. “Holy shit! He is pretty fit! Do you think he’d like me doing this?” Courtney looked at Emma and started to caress her own breast.

“He’s still looking pretty closely. I think we should give him a good display, tease him until he cums all over the nice clean carpets.”

“Oh my god, it makes me horny just thinking about it. Feel how wet my pussy is.”
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Its Good To Be The Boss

Owning your own business has it’s downsides, sure. Bills, resposibilty, there’s no real stability and a hell of a lot of pressure, of course it does have perks as well. You can make your own hours and you don’t really answer to anyone but the government I suppose. And you have employees to do the shitty work for you. Being the boss can be fun, but much of the time there are hard decisions you have to make. That’s what this story is about and I swear to god it’s true!

Michelle had been working for me for a couple months in the store. We sell music and this is a pretty laid back job and what many would consider a great place to work. She was actually an animator just between jobs and I only hired her to be nice to her boyfriend. He was a regular and we talked alot in the store. I didn’t particularly care for him, but I liked his money and always enjoyed when he brought Michelle with him. It’s not that she was so hot or anything, but she was pretty cute and she had a couple things going for her. The first thing was her height. I’m not into short girls or anything, but she was maybe 5’3″ and I have to tell you, double d’s look fucking huge on a girl that short! Maybe they were just d’s and not double, but on her they just looked so fucking big and delicious. The other thing she had going for her was her attitude. She wasn’t rude or anything, but she always had a bored look on her face, like a bitch that thinks she’s too cool for everyone. Truth be told, she was pretty fucking cool. She liked all the same music that we liked and she wasn’t one of those girly girls that can’t hang out or look like they spend an hour on their makeup. She just had a bit of a “fuck you” face. I didn’t care. Instead of talking to her jerkoff boyfriend, I would just try to sneak a peak at her cleavage whenever she wore a low cut top. I suppose another bonus she had working for her was her ethnicity. I don’t know what she was, but she was most likely white and part Spanish or Philipino or Thai. Kind of like Jessica Alba, but let’s be real, she was no Alba. She often had dark cirlces under her eyes like she didn’t get enough sleep and she was nowhere near as fit as Jessica Alba. She had some weight on her. Not that you would say she’s fat, but you wouldn’t think she was thin and whatever fat she had, you knew it was just adding to her melons.

So I hired her to work the till and do some sales for a while. Cute girls behind the counter never hurt sales. But after a few months I was through. She was terrible! She had no energy and she didn’t like helping customers at all, so she was very slow in dealing with them and she gave half hearted smiles that were totally see through. Sales went down on her shifts and truth be told, I didn’t care how big her tits were, I would have fired her within the first 30 days when this all became apparant except about a week after hiring her her boyfriend and I were talkign about girls and fucking when he tells me about her. How she likes it rough in the ass and how deep she can throat a cock! So that held me off for the next couple of weeks. Everytime I saw her slacking on the job I just started thinking about her taking it balls deep in her ass or between those full lips of hers. I couldn’t get it out of my head.

I wouldn’t say we became friends, but we definitely talked more without her boyfriend there all day. She seemed sweet enough, but between all the words she actually said, all I could hear her say was, “Fuck my ass harder!” I even felt the slightest hint of attraction between us. Nothing Hollywood or cliche, but just the moments during a conversation when you look into each other’s eyes and within a laugh or pause you feel a little vulneraility on her part. Before flirting. A slight acknowledgement of sexual chemistry that is never said or acted upon.

But I couldn’t put it off any longer. She had to be let go. She wasn’t even watching the floor for shoplifters anymore! And it cost me more to have her on than she made on her shifts. I was actually losing money! So I waited for the end of her shift one night and decided to break the news. I was sure it come as a shock since I never led on that this coming or that I was dissapointed. We had just had a boxset worth over $150 get stolen on her shift today and it wasn’t the first time. So I was pretty pissed off.

She came into the back room after closing and I asked her to sit down.

“I have to let you go. I’m sorry, this just isn’t working out.” I was cold. I had to be, this is what you do as an employer.

She was calm and I guess I would say shocked but it never really showed on her bitch face.

“Really?” She said.

“It can’t be a complete surprise, Michelle. Come on! You don’t even try to look like you’re working anymore! You have a shitty attitude and you don’t bring anything to the store to make you an asset!” I usually shut people down hard when I have to fire someone and they want to argue with me.

She was pissed now. “I guess it just doesn’t feel that way when your boss stares at your tits everyday!”

Oops! I guess I wasn’t as slick as I thought. This was trouble. We’d stepped off the path of legal employment standards and were now on our way to sexual harrassment!
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Parking Lot Whore

“This is so dirty,” my wife whispered to me as the large breasted blonde ground herself into my lap, “aren’t I the best wife ever?”

I was unable to answer lost in the moment. It was dirty and so out of character for my wife. The evening had started with a nice dinner out, followed by a few drinks at one of our favorite neighborhood watering holes. After a few cocktails, Linda suggested we hit a strip club, something she had never done before. I, of course, had and suggested my favorite titty bar, located just a few blocks from downtown.

Linda watched as the stripper gyrated on my lap. Seeing the nude female form was not unusual for her, being art director for an advertising firm she was exposed to photos of and actual scantily clad women every day. Having started her career as a photographer, she had done a few nude shoots before we had met, proudly showing me the photos, displaying some of them on the walls of our home. She had always looked at nudes in a detached artist’s manner. Tonight, for the first time, she seemed to be enjoying the titillating nature of the nude female form.

“Her tits are so big,” she said leaning into my ear, “do you think they’re real?”

“No way.” I answered. They were stiff, not having the bounce of a natural pair. I’d explain this all to Linda later.

The song ended and the stripper extracted herself from my lap. Linda handed a twenty to her, but the stripper held her g-string out just as she would for a male customer. Linda placed the bill in the stripper’s underwear hesitantly, not making eye contact with the girl.

It was then that she noticed the effect the stripper had had on me. “Someone looks like they’ve enjoyed themselves!”

I grabbed her leg, just above the knee and below the hem of her dress. “Thanks for the lap dance, baby.”

“Seeing that makes it all worth while.”

“I want you so bad.” I reached for my wallet to leave a tip on the table. “Let’s get out of here, quick!”

We walked through the parking lot, arm in arm. My free hand caressing her beautiful ass, hers rubbing my hard cock through my pants. She’d do that for the entire ride home, I knew, keeping me so ready, that the second we got home I’d bend her over the dining room table, pull up her dress, pull down her panties and take her. That’s how Linda liked it, car rides being excellent foreplay to an evening of hot sex.

I opened her car door and helped her in, then circled around to the driver’s side door. As I sat down, I noticed that Linda had unbuttoned the top 3 buttons on her dress, her black lace bra clearly evident.

“These are real,” she said pointing to her comparatively modest breasts, “and they’re all yours.”

We kissed, acting more like high school students, than a married couple. I cupped a breast while Linda stroked the whole length of my stiff cock through my pants. Soon her fingers were pulling at my zipper, freeing my cock.

“I’ve wanted to suck you all night. I wanted to suck you while you watched those dirty sluts dance on stage.”

She lowered her head to my lap and took me in her mouth. I made a quick scan around the parking lot. It was dark, and someone would have to be looking right into our car to see what was going on. I relaxed, slumped in my seat and took a handful of my wife’s hair.

Linda was a well-practiced cocksucker. Even after ten years of marriage, she gave me frequent and excellent head. We had done things like this when we were dating, but it had been years since she’d taken me in a car. I had always liked the excitement, the thrill of possibly getting caught. After a few minutes, Linda had me close, the muscles in my neck became unable to support the weight of my head and I felt myself looking at the ceiling of the car.

The loud rap on the passenger side window startled us both. Linda sat bolt upright, a breast coming free from her bra. She pulled the front of her dress closed, and for the first time I noticed how the dress that had looked so conservative during dinner now looked quite slutty.
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Maries First Stranger

You just would never, ever think that she could be naughty. My very lovely wife, Marie, looks like a quiet, innocent librarian. Five foot five, pretty doe eyes, brown and shinning, a pert brunette, 120 pounds, a nice figure with D cup breasts that were big, heavy and oh so firm. But especially when wearing glasses, she looked so pure.

But by the time she was thirty, Marie was beginning to discover she loved to show off that body, especially to strangers. Marie was a very submissive woman, deferring to me on any occasion. The perfect little wife: obedient and sexy.

On one very special day, there was a different tone in her voice.

“O.K. Buster,” she said almost as soon as we walked into the two room suite in the expensive New York City hotel. “This is the afternoon you’re gonna get your fantasy come true.” And with that she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto the bed.

For a moment I thought she was going to attack me sexually, but Marie stepped back as I recovered and sat up.

“You’ve been saying for five years you wanted me to fuck another man. Do you think you can really take that?”

My pulse quickened and I felt a stirring in my loins.

“Yes, dear. But you know I want to watch.”

Marie walked over to the closet. “You see the slats in this door?”

It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant.

“You can see out if you are in there, but no one can see in,” I said.

“That’s right.” And with that she took a chair from the small desk in the room and placed it in the closet. “I’m going to that fancy lounge downstairs. You wait here and don’t leave the room. I will call you,” she said, “Maybe.”
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Claudia The Woman Next Door

I had watched Claudia since she and Clint had moved next door. She was 5’6” weighted about 120 lbs., had blonde hair down to her waist and it anything was a little top heavy. She always smiled, had this great walk about her, and wore the sexiest clothes. She had tow children while living there, breast fed both and her chest seem to get and stay bigger each time. Her breasts appeared to stay firm and erect. Often she would wear just a T- shirt, which always, couldn’t be tucked in. Her breasts just wouldn’t allow it.

The neighborhood would have volley ball games and everyone wanted to be on the opposite teams, to be assured of good view of her bouncing, staying breasts. Me I liked to dive for the ball and catch my glimpses up her t-shrit when getting up. While we had a number of conversations, and I will be the first to admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off her chest. See knew I was looking. It didn’t seem to bother her. I was disappointed to find out her husband had gotten a transfer and they were going to Europe for three years.

One afternoon, her husband was in Europe and it was about a week before he was do back and they were to move, the house had been sold, She was in the yard with kids. I had gotten home early and the wife was still working. I drove in the driveway and she said Hi. We chatted for awhile, she had the ever-famous T-shirt on. She said she had just made a pot of coffee and asked if I would like a cup. This would possibly be our last conversation so I said sure, “Just let me put my things inside.”

I knocked on her kitchen door and she let me in. While, I had seen her nipples proud before they looked exceptionally large today. I caught myself staring and she did also. She asked me where her kids where, I told her they were playing out front.

She poured our coffees and sat at the table. When she leaned forward her nipples would rub against the table. Her nipples, her breasts were just magnificent.

She was well aware I was talking to her chest as we chatted. When she blurted out, “You like them don’t you?” With my mind elsewhere, my mouth went into motion before my brain I replied, “Yes.” Followed quickly by, “Sorry” when my brain caught up. She said, “Why this is not the first time you’ve looked at them.” My only comment was, “Yes I have noticed them before.” Grinning. She smiled and asked where her kids were and got up to look out the front window. Returning to the kitchen, she said, “They are playing, they should be fine for a little while.” She never sat down. Instead she looked out all the windows backed up against the kitchen wall; I turned in my chair to look at her.

Without saying a word, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled off over her head. I was frozen, there they were, big then life, heaving with every breath she took. Even with, what I would guess as 40Ds, they stood firm. Not needing any support. “Well,” she said. I was speechless, unusual for me, as I looked. The bulge grow in my pants as I wanted caress, lick, suck and fuck her breasts. I didn’t say a thing, until she said, “Glenn, these are not the first breasts you have seen.” “No,” I replied. “But they are the best.”
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Hotel Room

The maid knocked on the door for the third time, rather pointlessly it seemed. She had obviously rushed out or fallen asleep. To her surprise, the door opened to reveal a beautiful woman, dressed only in a very short, see-through dressing gown.

“Come on in,” she said as if her mind were occupied with other things. The maid rushed past, half embarrassed for the woman and her lack of clothing. The door was closed behind her, much to the maid’s surprise.

“On the coffee table please.”

The young maid set down the champagne and made for the door, deliberately passing the woman for her tip. She leaned against the wall by the door, arms folded. The maid gave a quiet sigh of resignation and turned the door handle.

“If there’s anything else don’t hesitate…”

“Can I ask a favour of you?’ said the woman.

“Uhh, sure,” said the maid. “That’s what we’re here for.”

“What bra size are you? You look pretty big…”

The girl quickly shut the door in her embarrassment.

“It’s just that I really need a bra for tonight and I’m sure you could lend me yours, if it’s the right size of course.”

“Umm.. Well I’m a thirty four D, so I doubt if…”

“My size exactly.”

She knew the woman was lying; she looked double D at least. After examining her breasts, she noticed her entire body was wet which made her dressing gown cling to her. She’d been in the shower, her reason for lateness at the door.
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Kissing The Bride

“Kissing the bride is such a sexist tradition.”

“You would prefer that guests just fuck the bride?” I joked.

Kimmy’s reply shocked me. “You would just love that, wouldn’t you Jeff?” Then she stuck her tongue out at me. “You are such a perv.”

Though no prude, she was by all appearances conventional about sex. I enjoyed teasing her about the contrast between her gender liberation and her sexual conservatism. Occasionally, I hinted at the ‘open marriage’ lifestyle I shared with her mother, but never to explicitly. There were certain rules that Ruth, my wife, Kimmy’s mom, insisted on. Not letting family know was one of them.

Like her mother, my step daughter liked to defy expectations. Ever since she was a young girl, life played by Kimmy’s rules, not the other way around. Now as she her wedding approached, her mother, and her future mother-in-law, wanted to run it all. Kimmy would have none of that. So, since her biological father was again half way around the world on an oil rig, she turned to me to mediate.

My reward was watching her, now a week before the wedding, model gowns for me. The stuffy traditional model favored by the mothers, and the low-cut backless sheer designer gown she preferred. With both of them, she wore stay up stockings and an under wire half cup bra. I was so busy bobbing my eyes from her legs to her chest I barely registered the dresses. Still, while she switched back into her casual clothes behind her half shut door, I had sensibly agreed with her choice.

When she emerged, tiny diamond glistening in her ‘slut gut’, I had a hard time not preferring the loveliness of her tan legs bared against the ivory hose, and her extraordinarily large but naturally firm breasts hardly needed the enhancement of the bra. ‘But why,’ I puzzled, ‘did she want the demi-cup? What if her nipples got stiff?’
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First Black Sex and Lactation

This story is going back to when I was a young wife and mother. My husband, Harry and I had been married only a few months when he decided to enlist in the Air Force. I was 19 and he was 20 when we got married. I was seven months pregnant at the time he entered the Air Force so I stayed home until the baby came. After my 6-week checkup, I joined him along with our new born son. We had a 1-room efficiency apartment, which was all we could afford at the time.

Harry’s Squadron Sergeant met all new comers and their wives (if married) so when I arrived we had an appointment to meet Sergeant Philip S. Singer. Sgt Singer was about 40 years of age, big muscular jet- black man with sparkling eyes and a nice smile. He greeted the baby and me and welcomed me to the Air Force team. Of course at 19 years of age and not too well traveled, I was awe struck with all the attention.

We sat around a coffee table and had coffee and donuts and chatted. I might have been somewhat naïve however I did not miss that look that every gal gets to know where men signal their likes of what they see. I could tell that he was sizing me up a little more than is normally done when meeting someone.

In high school I know that it was not uncommon for the black guys to hit on the white gals and try to have sex with them. I was wondering if Sergeant Singer has any ideas along them lines.

When it came time to depart, Sergeant Singer made a special effort to look me in the eyes and tell me what a pleasure it was to meet me and hoped that we would meet again soon.

It was not long until the Squadron picnic, which was a time for the members and their families to get together for social activities and eat and drink which included plenty of beer. Harry and I went. As the baby was too young for the activities, we decided to get a baby sitter for him.

My husband has a weakness, he loves beer and when it is free he thinks he has to drink it all up. Well this day was not an exception, as the afternoon wore on, Harry got drunk and soon passed out on a picnic table. Sergeant Singer got a couple of guys to get him into his car and took Harry and me to our apartment. After I sent the baby sitter home and Harry was safely in bed sleeping his drunk off, I had to feed Junior.

Sergeant Singer had sat down on the couch to watch a football game on TV. I needed to breast feed Junior and as I could not just ask the Sergeant to leave, I giggled and said, “Sergeant Singer, Hope you like white titties as I have to feed Junior.”

“Well, don’t mind me and of course I appreciate nice young breast of all colors,” as he chuckled in a deep throaty manner. “I have seen women breast feeding before, so just do what you have to do and by the way, I would like for you to call me Phil.”
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Neighbors Hot Wife

For almost three years now, I’d had a unfulfilled fantasy. Last summer, that fantasy was fulfilled. Karen and Dave are next-door neighbors, both in their mid twenties. Karen is in good physical shape, even though Karen and Dave have three young children. She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass.

Believe me, I’ve enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy bikini. Dave is built solidly, with lots of muscle. Though I’m only 20, I can’t compare to him.

However, Dave flies for one of the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more. That is actually what my fantasy centered about. While a three-some would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about Karen and I having an encounter when Dave was gone.

On the day it finally happened, I had the day off. My sister, mom, and dad were all at work. It was hot, about 110, but there was little humidity, as we were in Phoenix. I had gone biking early that morning, returning at 7:00 to see Karen looking good in a knee- length robe.

She whistled at me in my biking shorts, the first indication I’d ever gotten that she was flirtatious; uncharacteristically cocky, I flashed her a smile and wiggled my rear at her, yelling out “You want it — come get it!” She laughed and went back inside, her hips swaying from side to side. I wheeled my bike in the garage and stretched down, thinking of her.

Later that day, I was out in the back yard “painting” the fence that hides the pool filtration stuff. Because I was “painting” with a clothes-hostile mixture of linseed oil and turpentine, and because of the heat, I had taken my shirt off, leaving only my old, faded bathing suit on. The other advantage to the bathing suit, of course, was that I could jump in the pool whenever I got too hot (as, shortly, I was going to get).

Anyway, I heard the Karen’s door open and shut, followed by the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on concrete, which soon quieted. I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the cinderblock fence. Karen was lying out about ten feet from me, at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed.

I felt stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of long, blond hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out “Looking good,” also unusually bold of me, given how she and my mom talk together.

Karen’s eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked a little startled, but also a little pleased. She got up and came over to the fence, giving me a great view of her breasts, which were pressing together due to their confinement. I felt my dick harden in response. Then, she mentioned that their pool filter was acting up and that she didn’t know how to fix it. “Would you be willing to take a look at it?” was said with a perfectly innocent look. I readily agreed, hard- on or no hard-on.
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Janine

“You’re not a whore. You’re a slut,” his deep resonant voice sounded confident as he faced her. His denim shirt was open at the neck, hinting at the tanned muscular slabs of his chest. His shoulders seemed incredibly broad to Janine as she looked into his crystal blue eyes.

“There’s a difference. A whore charges for her services, but never gets involved with her customer. She never even falls in lust. You will fuck anybody, anytime. You’re in lust with every man you meet.” He smiled into her eyes as he traced the opening of her blouse, then followed the V of her bra to the depth of her cleavage. His hand followed the soft curve and then he hefted and squeezed her firm, fully-rounded tit, feeling her sensitive protruding nipple rubbing sensuously against the palm of his hand. He flicked the hardening bud of her nipple with his finger. He stepped closer to her, feeling her other breast pressing against his hard chest. His other hand slid confidently between her legs to massage her mound through the fabric of her dress.

Janine swayed firmly against his chest. Her tits seemed to thrust brazenly at the bra restraining them.

“What about my husband,” she whispered. They could hear him about in the living room, watching football and waiting for them to return. The knowledge that he could enter the room at any time and catch them added a heady spice of danger to their lust.

“That poor, stupid jerk. If he knew I was in the room next to him feeling up his wife like some street tramp, he’d probably have a coronary. Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

“I can’t. He’ll come in and catch us,” she said.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue first pressing against her inviting lips, then exploring her mouth. Her tongue began dancing with his, and she moaned deeply. It was obvious that she liked his kiss.

The kiss ended, and he smiled into her eyes again. “Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

Janine fumbled briefly with the buttons of her blouse, then paused. “What if he comes in here?” she asked.

“He won’t come in here. Hell, he won’t even get out of his chair to get his own beer. That’s why I’m in here,” he reassured her, as he massaged her pussy through her skirt.

She looked skeptical at the same time her body began to sway to the movement of his fingers.

“Hey, how about bringing us out some sandwiches when you come,” her husband called from the other room.

“You see?” he asked as stroked her pussy, massaging her inflamed flesh slowly, sensuously, teasing her passion, his finger tracing her slit.
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